If those who owe us nothing gave us nothing, how poor we would be.

I love you as you are, but do not tell me how that is.

Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow.

I know what I have given you, I do not know what you have received.

We tear life out of life to use it for looking at itself.

Would there be this eternal seeking if the found existed?

The shadows: some hide, others reveal.